Senator Rylos bought me. But he’ll never make me his.
I’ll admit those are strong words for a woman who trembles at his touch. But I can’t help it. His kind are as beautiful as they are cruel.
We crashed on his planet ten years after we fled Earth. Instead of helping us, they imprisoned us, then sold us off to the highest bidder.
I was the last human sold. Too much bad behavior. Yet Rylos dared to buy me and call me his pet.
He might be genetically engineered perfection on the outside, but I won’t let him have me, no matter how hard it is to resist him. Because my goal is to escape.
I keep telling myself it’ll be easy. Why does it feel like I’m lying?